Bai Rongwei's ashes were about to burn to the tips of his fingers, but he didn't notice it at all, and now Bai Rongwei only had Hong Xuanning's appearance in his mind.

She sat thin and thin by the floor-to-ceiling window, lost and lonely, although she was still that gentle and lovely appearance, but such a lonely, lonely and helpless expression made Bai Rongwei look really distressed.

She finally returned to her arms, and hugged her tightly, saying that she had no scruples, but hid in the secret pavilion of the stairs where the servants usually placed their brooms.

Hong Xuanning was strangled and out of breath, but she still had to cover her mouth nervously, stared at the familiar face opposite with wide eyes, and finally ...... again

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